There’s already three pages of Cooper A fanfics on Glee fanfiction.
The episode hasn’t even been on yet. Wow, I couldn’t even get Reed to be considered a character on the CSI:NY one.
For a laugh, even if you think vuvuzelas are annoying as ****.
There’s already three pages of Cooper A fanfics on Glee fanfiction.
The episode hasn’t even been on yet. Wow, I couldn’t even get Reed to be considered a character on the CSI:NY one.
I feel like I’ve watch Chuck versus the Nemesis so much that I could almost transcribe it. Could, don’t think I’ve watched it that much, even if I have copied parts of it for stories.
I had this great idea for a list of movies that I would buy with my Christmas money (next Christmas, since some aren’t out yet and I have yet to get a job (It sucks being me)).
So I decide, okay, if Castle is somewhat cheap (meaning not $40 for the first season). And it’s about $20 at Walmart, so I figure, yeah I’ll try that with my Christmas money.
Then I look down to see more of the page, and in the part where they tell you what other people have been looking at, I see Chuck. For $15.
Dang it. Now I have to choose.
That’s if I have enough money. Did I mention I can’t get a job? Sucks.
If you have 13 letters in your name, you will have the devil’s luck . Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, Jeffrey Dahmer, Theodore Bundy and Albert De Salvo all have 13 letters in their names.
*Looks at real name.*
*Counts number of letters*
13.
Oops.
Sam almost frightened him off, again. “Hey, wait!” he called out, catching him before he could run across the road.
“Look, I’m not here to create any sort of trouble,” the younger man pleaded, shrugging out of his hold.
“Why are you asking about George Seaborn?” he asked. He watched the young man try to find a way to run away from him. “Look, you called my Mother and asked about him.”
“I’m just trying to find him.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to find out if my Mom was telling the truth about something.”
“What?” He shook his head at disclosing that little fact. “Look, there’s a coffee shop just half a block back. Let’s grab something to drink and find some place to sit and talk.” He didn’t bolt when Sam started walking toward the shop. “I’m Sam, Sam Seaborn. George is my father.”
“Neal.” And he might be mine.
Sam and Josh set off the fire alarm again.